Forest of figs! Don’t you just want to reach up and pluck one?!
When I was a kid, we used to live across the street from a fig orchard and my mom would give me a paper bag and tell me to go fill the bag with (steal) figs so she could make fig jam. Today I legally purchase my figs, but I still make fig jam.
Ha! Nice. I was *ahem* purchasing these from my neighbor’s tree that sort of hangs over onto our property
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